The phenomenal self swims through time stretching and propelling itself towards its future. Time flows for and from the self, as if it were out of time, but what you recognise as that self is a multilayered structure of care which is entirely, or almost entirely, temporally local, made out of current and ever changing concerns. That there are long-term memories, and long incomplete scenes, which serve as distant resonances adding depth to the narrow field of the present only serves the illusion of being outside of time. What you call self is ever-changing in its unchangingness and unchanging in its ever-changing. You do not have time, time has you, you cannot step out of the river.